[Right now John’s bedroom (the entirety of his bachelor suite) looks like cardboard boxes and a mattress on the floor. He hasn’t bothered unpacking yet. Some part of him is hoping it’ll be his turn to go back to Atlantis, the only people and place who have ever felt like home.
Why everyone but him? It keeps John up at night. He and Rodney arrived together. Carson and Elizabeth came after. He knows the science of it. Technicians don’t choose who goes, or when. It’s not a stargate. People can’t just dial home and walk through.
John doesn’t know whose departure hit him the hardest, and it doesn’t really matter. They’re gone.]
I moved. Can’t remember if I told you. Got a place near the PG. Didn’t make sense to keep paying rent on a four bedroom house.
[ It makes sense though. Poe wouldn't want to even stay in this place, without Finn here. They've done too much, shared too much, survived too much while they've been in their little apartment. ]
Makes sense though.
[ There's something in the words that says more than it makes sense. There's an apology, understanding. Things that would be trite if said out loud.
Near the PG, though. Soon John won't have anything but the PG left, if he's not careful, and Poe gets the feeling he's not in a careful mood.
Impulse takes over good sense. ]
You want to go boating or something? [ A pause, as he realizes how that sounds, how it could be taken. ] With me and Finn, I mean.
[ Not Poe, not just him. ] Doesn't have to be boating, it's just what I thought of first.
[He appreciates that Poe doesn't go into pity. John doesn't want his pity. He doesn't know what he wants from him, but it isn't that.
Right now, just being near another person who might have some understanding of the way he feels is enough.]
Boating?
[That was... the last thing John expected to hear. He turns his head, raising on eyebrow, and regrets the movement almost immediately as nausea almost overtakes him. Covering his eyes with one hand, he tucks his chin into his chest.
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Date: 2018-08-10 09:16 pm (UTC)[Right now John’s bedroom (the entirety of his bachelor suite) looks like cardboard boxes and a mattress on the floor. He hasn’t bothered unpacking yet. Some part of him is hoping it’ll be his turn to go back to Atlantis, the only people and place who have ever felt like home.
Why everyone but him? It keeps John up at night. He and Rodney arrived together. Carson and Elizabeth came after. He knows the science of it. Technicians don’t choose who goes, or when. It’s not a stargate. People can’t just dial home and walk through.
John doesn’t know whose departure hit him the hardest, and it doesn’t really matter. They’re gone.]
I moved. Can’t remember if I told you. Got a place near the PG. Didn’t make sense to keep paying rent on a four bedroom house.
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Date: 2018-08-11 12:06 am (UTC)[ It makes sense though. Poe wouldn't want to even stay in this place, without Finn here. They've done too much, shared too much, survived too much while they've been in their little apartment. ]
Makes sense though.
[ There's something in the words that says more than it makes sense. There's an apology, understanding. Things that would be trite if said out loud.
Near the PG, though. Soon John won't have anything but the PG left, if he's not careful, and Poe gets the feeling he's not in a careful mood.
Impulse takes over good sense. ]
You want to go boating or something? [ A pause, as he realizes how that sounds, how it could be taken. ] With me and Finn, I mean.
[ Not Poe, not just him. ] Doesn't have to be boating, it's just what I thought of first.
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Date: 2018-09-10 07:10 am (UTC)Right now, just being near another person who might have some understanding of the way he feels is enough.]
Boating?
[That was... the last thing John expected to hear. He turns his head, raising on eyebrow, and regrets the movement almost immediately as nausea almost overtakes him. Covering his eyes with one hand, he tucks his chin into his chest.
Talk. Talk so you don't cry, or puke.]
Have you ever been on a boat?
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Date: 2018-09-17 12:46 am (UTC)This is ridiculous, Poe thinks. This is completely ridiculous. The two of them here, like this, having this discussion.
It feels a little like coming home. ]
I mean, I've been on a solar sailer. How different can it be?